There was some important information that was missing out of that story. Richie blinked a little, trying to figure out how someone could 'blast' a head off. The guy didn't seem to have any weapons on him. Didn't appear to have superpowers or whatever. But maybe he wouldn't be able to tell that? Maybe he was magic like some of the other people around here? Was that a rude question to just outright ask?

Good thing Richie hadn't cared about being rude since he was ten.

"Okay. So. I mean, you seem to be entitled to defend yourself if the asshole was throwing cars. Like that is objectively shitty behavior. But... how did you blast his head off? Was it like... a fireman hose turned up to eleven?"

He was more interested in that than the completely justifiable kicking of the corpse afterwards. So interested he almost didn't notice the last question.

"Oh. Shit. I don't think I did say. Richie Tozier. From some kind of Earth."